Spiders.

This is the last straw. Two days ago, this bigass, inch by inch in size spider lands on my arm, wakes me up, and jumps off. It was black, with yellow markings on its back. Me being the idiot, I flicked it away and then tried to find it after I found something to kill it with. I was not successful.

Yesterday, three moths somehow find their way into my room, and start flapping around the only light source in my room... my LCD on my laptop. So I turn the lights on, and they go and rest on some stupid cardboard box in my room. I shot them with my soft airgun, and they like exploded into little pieces, nothing left but a small hole in the cardboard. That'll teach em. I hope that spider was watching. That was the only fun part I have had with insects in the past few days.

Right now, I am looking at my ceiling. Right now, I am looking at probably 100 little spiders crawling all over my ceiling. They descend on their little strings and land. I am not sure what they are doing, but I can tell you they are not welcome. I made a little game out of this too. I have a lighter, and a can of axe. As soon as one descends... you guessed it, I roast it with a nice little mini flamethrower. There are no traces of them.

But still, when I sleep tonight, they are going to kill me or something so I don't think I'll be in here even after I spent the last day cleaning up. I will find that damned spider, and when I do, I will cut its legs off and microwave it. Where it landed on my arm itches and I will not forgive him for that, nor will I let him go and give him the chance to come back. He will die.

I can't wait to move in downtown.